05 January 2007

Starbucks

in the coffee shophearing the music bee-bopI stopafter workthe barista at the countertakes my ordera soy lattèand a cookiesugar that I needin order to succeedat restingrelaxingcalmingmy nervescaffeine has the reverseeffectaffecting peace in myspinning headmy body deadtirednot wiredmired in worryover job children boyfriendothers enter the caféat the end of the daychildren playand dance aboutand a man in bootscaked in muddoes homework from a thickbooklook at the rainon the streetalternately pausing andcoming down in sheetswomen with thin lipswide hips get no-whipsa dude with a broken noseand Cope in his pocketposes tough at theregister to order hiscappuccinowith a double shothotalmost no one staysto meditateor contemplate the by-gone daymen in tight pantswith soft belliesbarely notice the timeas they drop a dimein the tip jarno one socializesexcept two lesbians onthe terracebeneath the awningmy moleskine ripsmore coffee dripsthe Mont Blanc glidesridesslides across smooth paperrecording wordsnot heardonly writtenpeacefully after littlethoughtonly casual observationand minor inventionlittle retentionof rhyme or meteruntil the venti cupempties